Ion fell in love again. By an exonian with long sentences and ć accents. They met at a virtual bar on the subject of keys. She told him riddles and he had to guess the answer. By the time he figured it out, she'd even poured him a virtual baby, a photo account on Alergram. I found all her data in the archives. She's got a thousand yards of paperwork, in metaphrase on Saturn, and 500 terabytes cash inherited from her mother. He's dead set on her. Keep me posted, I manage to shout before he disappears, and he comes back smiling and plugs me back in.
(Translated by Cristina-Nicoleta Costache (Mircea) / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by prof. dr. Nadina Vișan / Edited by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)Real Fiction is a collective project started in 2013 by Florin Piersic Jr. The concept of Real Fiction continued to exist as a Facebook group, after a volume of stories was published at Humanitas Publishing House. (In December 2022, the group has 9,880 members.) The authors write ultra-short stories, with the texts limited to 500 characters (in Romanian, so the length of the English translation might be a little different) - a flash-fiction exercise on a topic that changes every few days. The group's coordinators are Florin Piersic Jr., Gabriel Molnar, Răzvan Penescu, and Luchian Abel. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale. 
